This is slash. Slash, for people who don't know, is guy-guy relationships. Homosexual relationship. Yummy guy on guy action. Yaoi. Shounen-ai. Pick whatever you wanna call it.

So let me repeat this in bold underline CAPITAL LETTERS. THISIS ABOUT AHOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP. PEOPLE WHO DON'T LIKE...GO AWAY!

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It sucks to be in love with your best friend. Believe me, I know. It’s not like I could help it. It’s not like I choose to be gay and to fall in love with him. But still…I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Well…if that other way included him in reciprocating my feelings, then yeah, I’d take that way instead. But hell, he has a fucking boyfriend!

I lean my forehead against the cool window and sigh. Jason, Jason, Jason…My best friend. The guy I’m in love with. I’m in love with my best friend. I bang my head once against the window. Really, my thoughts didn’t go in circles most of the time. They only went in circles when it came to Jason. Beautiful Jason…

A dreamy sigh comes from me, much like the ones the girls give when a hot guy passes them by. He is so beautiful. He has red hair, which sometimes resembles a flame or the color of blood or maybe even roses. I could probably come up with more cliché ways to describe his hair if I wanted to. But why waste my time with only one feature?

His eyes…It was like looking into the ocean. Or the sky…In simple terms, they’re blue. I snort. Jeez, the clichés were killing me here. But they were extremely large, and they easily portrayed the puppy-dog look. They could make even the coldest criminal feel guilt.

His face is thin, his nose straight and long, and his cheekbones high. Plus he’s pale, even though he spends hours in the sun. He’s thin and tall and lanky…and beautiful. On a whole, he looks delicate and fragile. One guy had told Jason that and Jason had punched the guy. Poor guy…His nose had almost been broken.

Another sigh and the glass fogs up a bit. He’s so beautiful and has a great personality to match. He had always been so energetic and so ready to speak about his opinions…To be happy. Lately though…

Lately, he had been depressed. Neither I nor Ashley (our friend) had been able to find out what had been wrong. It seemed within the just last week or two he had been acting like his old self.

I bare my teeth and snarl angrily. And it had just been a few weeks ago that he had became Alex’s boyfriend. Ashley thought the reason Jason was happy now was because he had become Alex’s boyfriend. Even though I am reluctant to admit it, I think Ashley just might be right.

Once upon a time, I thought of telling Jason how I felt. I didn’t need to fear the fact that he was straight. A laugh rises up in me. It had happened years ago, before I had even recognized my feelings for what they were, when Jason had loudly announced in the middle of an Algebra II class that he was gay. Jason still turns red every time someone mentions it.

I just have to worry about ruining a friendship that I have had since I was in Kindergarten. Yeah, I really don’t want to do that…

But watching Jason go out with Alex is a painful experience. There’s jealously and anger and all that other fun stuff, but then there’s also the fact that Alex is a pompous, ignorant ass. Someone as kind as Jason really shouldn’t go out with a guy like Alex…He was what bullies were made out of.

A clap of thunder steals my concentration for a moment and as I look out the window I see flash of lightening. What had been just a small drizzle of rain minutes before, becomes sheets of rain.

I stare at one lone drop of rain as it rolls down my window. Then the phone rings. I glare at it, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it’ll stop ringing and I could go back to thinking about Jason. But the phone doesn’t stop ringing. So, sighing, I pick it up and bring it up to my ear. A shout is my greeting.

“Hi Ashley,” I say. She’s the only one who would shout and yell as a ‘hello’.

All I hear is an unintelligible string of words. “Slow down!” I yell into the receiver.

Silence. Then, “You have to find Jason.”

“What?”

Ashley says, “You have to find Jason.”

Anger seeps into my voice as I say, “What do you mean by ‘find’?” Did she and Alex (the ass) lose him or something?

Ashley sighs. “Well, he and Alex were over here trying to finish their homework and they were just about to leave when Alex broke up with Jason.”

One part of me is ecstatic to hear that (for obvious reasons). The other is worried at what Jason’s reaction was to the break up.

“Then Jason started to cry and ran.”

I stare at the ceiling, the worried part of me sinking in to depression. Crying meant that Jason was hurt. I’m ready to go and kick Alex’s ass for hurting Jason. Then my brain comprehends what Ashley just said.

“Ran? Ran where?” I glance outside and notice that it is still raining. Fuck. Jason was probably going to get sick now if he was running around in this weather.

Ashley gives a huff. “That’s the reason I’m calling you. You know where he likes to haunt when he’s down. So go find him. Fetch.”

I hang up on her without a response and throw my coat on. As I run out the door, I try to think where he might go. After eliminating several places he might have gone, I figure that, even in this sort of weather he was probably at the park. So I run. And it turns out I’m right.

He’s sitting on a bench, staring at the grey sky. I sit down on the bench next to him and say nothing. His clothes are sopping wet and his hair is matted down to his head. And even though it’s raining, I can still tell there are tears running down his cheeks. He turns and gazes at me before leaning his head on my shoulder.

Through the sound of rain and wind and thunder I can hear him say, “Eric…Why did he break up with me? Did I do something wrong?”

The rain lets up the tiniest bit. “You did nothing wrong, Jason. It wasn’t your fault.” Alex is just an ass. Leave it at that. You could never do anything wrong.

He rubs at his eyes and stares into the distance. “Well, I do suppose it’s the best for everyone.” I tense and look down at him. Why was it the best for everyone?

He gives a laugh. “It’s not like I even like him. He’s just so I could get my mind off of someone else.”

The thunder has stopped and I can hear him better. I’m shocked to learn that Alex was just a distraction. “Why did you need Alex as a distraction?” He continues to peer out into the distance as he answers.

“The guy I like is totally straight. He’d never like me in that way.”

I run my hand through his hair in a comforting gesture. “And,” he continues, “I’ve known him for a long time. Don’t wanna ruin our friendship and all that.” I know how you feel…

“Really, he’s my best friend,” he says as I freeze, “but still, I can’t tell him.”

A lump forms in my throat. You don’t even know if he’s even talking about you, I chide myself. It’s probably another best friend that’s he talking about. “Oh.” My voice is soft and I wonder if he even heard me.

“Even though I didn’t like Alex…I’m sad cause now my attention won’t be focused on Alex. He’ll find out I like him and push me away.” Ah, so Jason went out with the ass because he was afraid his friend (not you, not you, not you, not you…) would hate him. Actually it made sense.

He looks up and gives a small, rather sad smile. It’s still raining and the drops slide down his face, looking a bit like tears, but the sadness is gone from his eyes and all that’s left is a defeated resignation. I push his bangs away from his eyes and smile back.

Then he sighs, throws his arms around my shoulders, and buries his face in my neck. “You’re all warm,” he mumbles. I can feel my face heat up.

I stand up and drag him with me. “C’mon.” He glares the tiniest bit and then follows me.

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He’s sitting on my bed and drying his hair with a terry cloth towel. His eyes are a bit bloodshot from crying but he’s smiling and looking much happier than before. Much happier than any time he had been with Alex. I relish that small fact.

Then suddenly he grabs my hand and pulls me down so I’m sprawled out on top of him. He nuzzles the place right underneath my jaw and I shiver. “You’ve got nothing against me, right Eric?”

“Uh…” I try to concentrate on what he’s saying but it’s kind of hard to. Then, I realize what he’s talking about. “No! Why would you think that?” Seriously, why would he think I was against him being gay?

He mumbles a reply but I can’t hear him. The hand that grabbed me is still intertwined with mine. I don’t even try to pull my hand away. He pulls back a bit and stares me straight in the eye. “If you were in love with someone, would you tell them?”

Hold on! How the hell did we get to that subject? I hold back a sigh. “Uh…yea, I guess I would.” You hypocrite. You goddamn hypocrite!

He averts his gaze and flushes. Okay then... Then he’s holding my face with one hand and staring my straight in the eye once more. A determined gleam is in his azure eyes and he’s chewing his lip.

Then he kisses me. His lips are soft, so incredibly soft and they taste like…like…rain. And tears. His lips are gone and I open my eyes. I hadn’t even realized I had closed them. Our lips are only centimeters apart. If I just moved the slightest bit, I would have those lips back on mine. “I love you,” he breathes.

Oh. My. He’s avoiding my gaze and gnawing on his lower lip again. I have the sudden urge to take him and kiss him again. To yell out to the world that I love him. To do anything to get rid of the uncertain look in his eyes.

“I love you, too,” I whisper. He stares at me, and his eyes go hard.

“You said you would tell someone if you loved them.”

“I know. I lied.” I brush my lips over his cheek in apology. He grabs the nearest pillow and starts beating me over the head with it.

Each hit is accentuated with an insult. “Liar. Fraud. Hypocrite.” I steal the pillow from him and grin.

“But I thought you loved me,” I whine. Mmmm….I love the sound of that. He loves me. He loves me! I let out a chuckle as he raises an eyebrow at me.

“I do. But that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to steal the pillow I’m hitting you with.” He tries to reach for the pillow and fails miserably. He pouts as I shoot up from the bed, cackling like a lunatic, and bolt out of the room, the pillow under my arm.

He follows and pounces on me. We fall the floor, a tangle of limbs. After several minutes, we’re finally untangled and just lying comfortably next to each other, the pillow discarded next to us.

He kisses me again. It’s so tender, so soft. I smile as he pulls back. I ponder the strange series of events that led to us confessing our love to each other. I frown as a thought occurs to me.

Jason looks up and says, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna have to thank Alex.”

“What?”

I sigh. “Never mind.”

We kiss again.

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Personally, I hate how I ended that. Oh well.